( MINGLE - WEEK 2 )

[abhoth]

SURVIVORS: 40 The sun is shining, the air conditioner units hum as they always do, and a gentle morning breeze blows against the windows. The scent of pine cones and evergreen follow you wherever you go in the motel, save for the parking lot and outdoor pool. It seems like someone was very generous with the detergent while moping the floors. The two grandfather clocks (one on each floor) will ring with each passing hour, indicating the time of day without fail. With this knowledge — they'll note the motel will continue to be surrounded by fog until 8:00 AM on the dot. It is at that hour that the fog will begin to recede. Not enough to reveal the whole city, but enough to allow residents to explore some of the buildings surrounding the motel. And speaking of the motel, it seems like the Storage room has unlocked itself overnight. How quaint. Welcome to Week 2's mingle, everyone! As of this week, we are now accepting murder proposals. If you're interested in having your character murder someone this week, please send in your proposal before Tuesday, 9:00 PM EST. We'll be contacting you on plurk over the week to finalize the details, or ask for rescheduling if necessary. As always, feel free to PM us or send us a PP over plurk if you have any questions! ( quick navigation ) ic rulebook | locations | statuses | room assignments private conversations | ic profiles | graveyard | full navigation

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[g101]

[ the chances of hajime running out of things to do, or force upon the dwindling populace of lovecraft hellmurder town is zero. there's no chance. the simple fact is, the longer people seem sad, the more likely she is to do things. tune in next week when she puts up a hammock in town and insists on stargazing and trying to find aliens.

the mannequins are going to come, some day.

their expressionless faces will gaze back, adorned with glitter, flower crowns and origami. nothing will keep her from having fun; from forcing fun on this town. god help us all. ]

Woah, that's blunt.

[ but she appreciates it, because she'd do the same. if you don't say what you want, will you get it in the end? she supposes not. maybe akira's got the same ideas.

she loops a stem through another then holds it up for his viewing pleasure. it's vibrantly yellow, a real pop of color among all the greens and browns in this drab area she keeps coming back to. ] I like it! Come close and I'll set it up for you, Akii, like a prince.

[frizziest]

[ the sad part is that literally everything Hajime comes up with pings him. he wants to do all of the Things, sad or otherwise. it's better than sitting around, hopeless and lost in your own thoughts all day. Akira has done his fair share of that and he's bored of it.

hence why he wants that motherfucking flower crown. ]

I heard blunt makes me seem more cool. Does it?

[ he shoots a wink towards her, trying to keep the "cool guy" persona steady as can be. Akira truthfully just wants that flower crown on his head, but he's going to try and not look too needy. when she offers to place it on his head, he gives a wider smile than usual. ] Why, thank you! [ the boy does indeed get closer and leans down to present his head accordingly, almost as if he is bowing. while he does: ] I see that I'm no longer Four Eyes as well. Has our relationship intensified so soon?

[ what's wording ]